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Tim Sandlin
I was born in Oklahoma; spent my summer rite-of-passage years in Wyoming while Dad worked seasonally for Grand Teton National Park. I worked over 40 entry-level jobs including driving an ice cream truck, skinning elk, cooking in a Chinese restaurant, train inventory for the Forest Service, caretaker of rental cabins, gardener for the Rockefellers, pizza parlor manager, belt buckle buffer, and multiple dishwashing jobs. Throughout this period I lived most of the year on public lands, first in a tent and later in a Cheyenne tipi. The more mind-numbing jobs have helped me to hone my creative skills, but all of these experiences have helped me to learn to appreciate life and its inherent follies. I have published six novels (Sex and Sunsets, 1987; Western Swing, 1988; Skipped Parts, 1991; Sorrow Floats, 1992; Social Blunders, 1995; and Honey Don't, 2003) and a book of columns (The Pyms: Unauthorized Tales of Jackson Hole, 1991). I wrote eleven screenplays for hire; two have been made into movies - Floating Away (based on Sorrow Floats), Showtime Cable Network, 1998 and Skipped Parts, TriMark Pictures, 2001. My last three Hollywood projects were bio-pics of Ron Popeil, Gorgeous George and a guy who got breast implants on a bet. Now, I'm back to literature, comparatively. I turned forty with no phone, TV, or flush toilet and spent more time talking to the characters in my head than the people around me. Now have eight phone lines, four TVs I don't watch, three flush toilets, and a two-headed shower. My wife and I recently adopted a little girl from China. I'm now living happily (indoors) with my family (wife, Carol; son, Kyle; daughter, Leila) in Jackson, Wyoming.
Honey Don't
Set in the very near future, Honey Don't features a hit list that runs the gamut: from a goatish President dying in flagrante, to an aging Don appalled by modern manners; from a certifiably stupid mafia bagman fleeing both the Secret Service and the mob with $656,000 of dirty money in a locked attaché case and the President's head in a carry-all, to a coke-snorting, blow-dried VP who has suddenly caught the brass ring. Circling them are conniving White House staffers, corrupt politicos, sleazy journalists, and rancid pro-football coaches-all adding up to a DC three-ring circus.
And in the center ring is the eponymous Honey, one of those Texas women cursed with a given name that condemns her to a lifetime of cheerleadering. But this daddy's little girl is a free spirit in full rebellion, and her take on life-offbeat but on target-is the heart and soul of this antic tale. And, as always with Sandlin, it's the women who have the last laugh.
Tim Sandlin's Summer Reading List
Coastliners
by Joanne Harris
One of the two most interesting writers from England.
How To Be Good
by Nick Hornby
The other one.
The Call of the Toad
by Günter Grass
Good book for reading in the Jacuzzi.
101 Reykajvik
by Hallgrímur Helgason
Imagine an Icelandic Henry Miller on Ecstasy.
Aloha, Mr. Lucky
by Corson Hirschfeld
I'm reading it for a possible movie adaptation, but it's a fun story, what used to be called beach fiction.
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